Chapter 315: This Might Require Becoming a Contractor

“When you meet Wang Ya, you’ll understand what ‘at a loss’ really means!”

Seeing the carefree demeanor of Master Fuli, the ear fox muttered silently in his heart.

While speaking, the ear fox had already led everyone into the second floor of the villa.

Since removing that gemstone, although Wang Ya had returned to a normal human appearance, her physical condition and other bodily functions had long since become extraordinary.

After she woke up, all life sign monitors and IV equipment were immediately removed.

Wang Ya never entered a weak state; she could run, jump, and devour meals like a normal person.

“Wang Ya! Come out and receive guests!”

Walking into the second floor of the villa, the ear fox tilted his head and let out a loud, clear chirp to summon Wang Ya.

“Has Master Fuli arrived?”

Wang Ya, dressed in a home robe, wore light makeup, tied her three-year-uncut hair into a neat ponytail, and smiled warmly.

She stepped out from behind the screen and smiled at everyone.

“Wait a moment—I’m brewing tea, it’ll be ready soon. Please make yourselves comfortable!”

Wang Ya’s smile was bright yet restrained, radiating sunlight yet steeped in scholarly grace; her brows carried mature charm, yet her face remained youthful and innocent.

She wore a sleeve cover on her left arm to conceal its black luster.

“What the hell are you pretending to be? Who here doesn’t know your true nature?”

Seeing Wang Ya’s gentle, virtuous demeanor, the ear fox froze, then snapped back to reality and burst into curses.

No way!

When you were with me, your laugh was almost as unhinged as a serial killer’s—cackling like a maniac.

What are you playing at, pretending to be a refined lady? Do you even know where the tea canister is? Don’t blow up the tea room.

The gentle, poised Wang Ya, radiating the softness of a Jiangnan woman, nearly dropped the ear fox’s jaw.

“Don’t say things like that! I’ve always been like this.”

Holding a tea tray in one hand and the freshly brewed aged white tea in the other, Wang Ya walked out of the tea room, sat on the sofa, and served everyone a cup of hot tea.

Wang Ya placed the tea before Master Fuli, reached out, and gently clasped his paw, smiling:

“Thank you, Master Fuli. Without your appearance and help, I might still be lost, trapped inside the tomb guardian’s shell. I wholeheartedly support your ecological restoration plan, and I’ll work hard to correct my past mistakes.”

As she shook his paw, Wang Ya pressed her four fingers together, lightly cradling his small paw, her thumb resting on his forearm, gently stroking his fur.

Sensing the pleasant sensation on his paw, An Sheng’s expression softened, revealing a look of pure delight.

Wang Ya’s palm was cool, and when it touched the soft pads of his paw, it brought a refreshing chill; the slight stroke along the back of his fur sent a tingling warmth through him.

The handshake lasted only a moment before releasing; Wang Ya smiled warmly and sat composedly on the single armchair.

Everyone has two sides—Wang Ya’s outward personality has always been that of a cultured, well-mannered young lady.

But in her own home, in her private sanctuary, when night fell and silence reigned, Wang Ya would shed her burdens and reveal her unrestrained self.

The ear fox’s form was far too small; his activity space was almost entirely confined to Wang Ya’s room.

And since Wang Ya never guarded her secrets from Xiao Hua, the ear fox learned the hidden truth about her.

Otherwise, no one could have imagined Wang Ya harbored such strange habits in secret.

Now, in this formal setting, Master Fuli and his attendant were guests—Wang Ya naturally wouldn’t expose her inner quirks.

Unless

Master Fuli sneaked into her bedroom at night.

…………

After brief pleasantries, Wang Ya picked up the ear fox, who had been hopping around the table, and placed him on her lap.

“I’ve heard some things about you, Master Fuli, from Xiao Hua,” Wang Ya began, but Master Fuli interrupted. He looked bewildered and asked: “Xiao Hua… who’s that?”

“Huh?”

Wang Ya frowned in confusion, glancing at the ear fox, who scowled and said nothing.

An Sheng looked at the ear fox: “Xiao Hua?”

“Pfft!” The ear fox spat, his face twisted with resentment and displeasure, as if silently protesting.

Wang Ya seemed to sense something, but kept her smile unchanged and changed the subject:

“About that ancient tomb—I’m not entirely clear on it. We’d planned to travel to Lingbei before summer vacation, but our car got stuck, and we stumbled upon it by accident.”

“Hmm? The ear fox said you were doing dragon-finding, gold-divining, studying winding mountains—one bend, one barrier,” An Sheng said, puzzled.

“Maybe to outsiders it looks that way? But to us archaeology students, even thinking that way would land us in prison.”

Wang Ya made a small joke. The ear fox had actually confused the facts—Wang Ya had participated in a Lingbei archaeological excavation during her sophomore year.

He mixed up two events—who in their right mind goes digging for tombs during summer vacation unless they’re a paid professional?

“Still, my car should still be there—if Master Fuli wants to go, I can guide you. But I can’t explain what’s inside,” Wang Ya recalled, speaking.

“Because… the objects inside are utterly unfamiliar, unlike anything from any known era.”

“Its history likely predates even the ‘Dadiwan Site’—this tomb, or perhaps not even a tomb at all, but some unknown structure, may be over ten thousand years old.”

Wang Ya shook her head gently: “When we fell into it, we triggered traps and barely escaped in panic.”

“I didn’t know about spirit beasts back then, but now I suspect it might be a relic of a spirit-energy-based civilization.”

“It’s shaken my worldview.”

Wang Ya, an archaeology major, studied history.

Yet that encounter, and the three years of experiences since, had shattered her entire understanding of reality.

The Earth’s strata shift—due to complex tectonic movements, layers rise and sink over millennia, forming the distinct strata known in geology today.

That unknown ancient site may have been pushed upward from the depths during tectonic activity.

Of course, Wang Ya couldn’t guarantee its truth—she was merely making a reasonable inference based on her expertise and observations.

If her speculation were correct,

it would prove one thing: an ancient civilization once existed, built upon spirit energy.

“Hmm.”

After hearing Wang Ya’s account, An Sheng felt the situation had grown far more complex than he’d originally assumed—this wasn’t just a simple ancient tomb.

The tomb might not merely contain spirit-grain artifacts and documents—it might very well be an entire relic from the ancient spirit-energy resurgence era.

“So according to you, we can’t dig it up with a Luoyang spade—we’d need heavy excavators, right?”

Master Fuli pondered for a long while before asking tentatively.

Clearly,

An Sheng still had a curiosity for strange things—but if it meant digging up thousands or even tens of thousands of tons of earth, he’d rather go back and enjoy the air conditioning.

He couldn’t risk wearing out the pads on his paws just because of a passing curiosity.

If that were truly the case,

it’d be better to call Wang Qiqi over and let her lead a civil engineering crew to dig—while he became the contractor.

(End of Chapter)